Don’t you hate it when you can’t think as quickly as you normally can? You know, when you draw blanks more than you draw anything else? It’s like when you are playing UNO and you need a yellow card or a three and all you pull is blue and green and all the threes are obviously in your wife’s hand, card hog! You begin to get all flustered and then a little embarassed that someone will think less of you. It’s not your fault that the deck of cards is out to make a fool of you, but for some reason, you just know that the people at the table are thinking, “Gosh, what’s wrong with him? Why can’t he get it together?” And then you find yourself praying over the deck and asking God for UNO playing grace.
I am a communicator by trade – it’s what I do as a minister and there is nothing more frustrating than when those days happen on a day when you have to teach. Just about nothing is worse than when you can’t come up with words to express yourself as you are trying to communicate God’s Word.
I am not sure what brings these moments on, but I sure wish that they could go away. What annoys me even more is when I am better on the fly than I am when I have taken the time to prepare. You know those inevitable moments when someone has a question for the clergy-like-person and you have to say something insightful and help them with their question. Or when a five your old comes to you and says,”Pastor Andy, what is blessed?” In those times, I am able to draw the yellow three and the game moves on. There is no awkward embarassment and no shunning of the other players involved.
I often find myself just conversing with myself and wondering what is wrong with my brain that it won’t come up with words like I need it to do. Am I not getting enough sleep? Do I need to take a different vitamin? Maybe Flintstones aren’t enough for a grown up…
Are there times where you just find yourself at a loss for words? What do you do? Do you take an extra Flintstone the next morning? What?
Just for clarification I am NOT a card hog!
I was playing a dumb game that required one to slap certain cards before the other players. My reflexes resembled that of a impregnated yak…so I gave up never to return there again.
I think Kelly’s comment is funny and possibly a lie….I think she might be. I could take her. HAHAHA